It seems our Lord Dis has aged, beginning to care for family but forgetting his responsibilities.
Dis,
have you forgotten how you killed his father and mother back then?
Why now,
facing your grandson,
you can't do it?
And you
have more than one grandson!"
Dis's gaze finally landed on Poll.
Under that gaze, Poll moved back a few steps.
At this moment,
Dis spoke,
"Order... Prison."
Black patterns spread out from Dis's body, enveloping the area where the desk was. In an instant, an area was isolated.
"Dis, what are you doing? Don't be impulsive. I'm waking you up. I'm warning you. I'm helping you!"
Dis's hand fell directly on Poll's back,
pressing
down.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Poll let out a scream.
Subsequently,
the screams turned into cat cries, "Meow!!!!!!!!"
Looking at Poll, who was suffering under his palm,
Dis remained expressionless,
